Wednesday, April 13

Body: Mostly okay, but that low back is getting worse; stretching must be delicate and careful, lest it be painful. Getting a little concerned at this; I didn't even snatch or FAH yesterday because I was worried about the immense fatigue from Saturday carrying over yet. It's like I'm having a physical reaction to tax season, but now that it's almost over I should be able to tolerate it, shouldn't I? But I can't. Squat legs, shoulder no worse, but immense fatigue by noon. Would've gone home early to nap, but it was possibly my last day of tax season, so I sucked it up and got things done. Barely. In eve, soaked up the spring day. Also went to bed early.

Brain: I am so done with taxes. So done. I am not feeling any last-minute surge of energy to accomplish things. I am in fact thinking of taking a day off just for the sake of a day off, even though I don't have many PTO days here. But a Wednesday off for no reason whatsoever sounds downright glorious. Maybe make that shopping trip for assorted crap I can't get in my local town(s). Maybe just take the dogs to the park. Maybe just nothing at all, yo. GLORIOUS.

At about 930a, I received a message that I was in fact not rejected to help coach at NSS, that it was a misunderstanding &/or a miscommunication. This is why I need to stop babbling my every thought over the interwebz: I look like a goddamn fool. But in the interest of full, genuine disclosure, in case some idiot is actually reading this nonsense, I'll leave it. Because I really did spend time feeling awful & sad & rejected, and there's no reason to pretend I didn't. I am so fucking tired of people pretending at perfection.

I can't explain how much I enjoyed the hour outdoors. I'm craving me some LCSP. Even caved and spent money on an overpriced Andes pass today. Trails, I need you. See you soon, loves.

About Me

And every day, the world will drag you by the hand, yelling, "This is important! And this is important! And this is important! You need to worry about this! And this! And this!"
And each day, it's up to you to yank your hand back, put it on your heart and say, "No. This is what's important."
--Iain Thomas